The meteorologists say that the days are getting longer and, being a scientific person, I believe them, but a part of me looks out the window and takes note of the dropping temperatures, the gray skies, the freezing sleet, and the howling winds, and my three days of aloneness (CD’s visiting her sister) help to prompt me to another Melancholy Monday post. Don’t worry—I’m not really depressed or fully alone (my fabulous cat Leo is sitting across my shoulders and purring as I write this), but I find myself reflecting on warmer times and places. I have a small cache of photos that I’ve set aside for consideration for posts, and as I perused them, one of them reminded me of this scene, which is set in my memory from a trip that I made to Israel in May 2008. A colleague invited me for a drive in the country on this scorching day, which included a stop at this unforgettable point.
The ancient hillside ruins on the left are all that’s left of the village of Gamla. The body of water that you can see just over the head of the globe thistle on the right is the Sea of Galilee. As the New Year approaches, warm wishes to you all!